#Rosalic asid

[ozgur-ce]

Şuraya yok şooraya şoyanna da olabilir 😂😂yine çılgınlar gibi eğlendiğimiz (canımızın çıktığı yani 😁😜) ama güzel düşünüp kırmızı görünce mutlu olan bir Özgür'ce bırakıyorum 😋❤️🌹👇

Renkte renk ama ❤️

[lo-sulci]

What are heaven will be mine & coquette dragoon?

oh my goodness, thank you for asking!! the short answer: they are incredibly good visual novels that I highly recommend, especially if you're a fan of mecha, sci-fi, great world building, yuri, and generally just amazing art created by transfems

long answer:

heaven will be mine (aside from being where I got my url) is the second VN made by worst girls games, best known for their first outing, we know the devil (also an absolutely amazing game). hwbm tends to ask a bit more from the reader than its predecessor- while wktd almost exclusively featured three characters and dealt with rather plainly stated themes of alienation, loneliness, and religious trauma, hwbm presents a setting cloaked in metaphor where human will literally shapes the universe and psychic mech pilots read spacetime like a narrative.

the cast is bigger, with the three routes allowing insight into each of the three main girls in addition to members of the factions they belong to, all in service of a beautiful story about queer people connecting with each other and finding/making their place in a world that would want to deny them their happiness (and a lot of other things, but I'm simplifying some here). begging to be replayed over and over, i've had different characters and details stick out every time ive played through the game, while also gaining a deeper understanding of and appreciation for hwbm's characters and setting. I've loved hwbm and wktd for years and expect I will for years and years to come, which, incidentally, is why I got a pair of tattoos based on these games LMAO. in other words: they're fucking fantastic and hit like few other things out there, imo

coquette dragoon is one of those other things, because holy shit does it excel at hitting incredibly specific and relatable emotional beats that are liable to absolutely tear you apart. created by ivy burgeroise, who (by her own fantastic description) makes art for sad perverts, coquette takes place during a seemingly endless war between the lilac fleet and the duchy of lucia, two spacefaring societies inhabited by animal people who have very differing opinions on magic.

focusing (so far) on xiomara rosales of the lilac and lady honey rose of the duchy, coquette explores painfully human stories from both sides of the war. (to that point, I'd be remiss if I didn't advise you to look out for the content warnings- coquette gets into some very heavy stuff and speaks about it very frankly and honestly, which is to its credit imo but i also understand that that is not something that everyone is in a space to deal with.) more than anything else, I feel, coquette is a work that puts words to feelings that you'd never before been able to describe, and, through the vulnerability of its author in making something so emotionally honest, makes me want to be more openly and happily myself. all of this in a story that examines war, exploitation, and the societal structures that prop them up, among many, many, many other things. I could keep talking in circles gushing about it, because I am so so obsessed with what's been released so far and so indescribably excited to see how it progresses in the future, but to keep myself from going on for too too long i'll cap this off with a tweet about coquette that i frequently think of and is one of the best recommendations I can offer:

OH and also coquette has wibbleburger, which, as we all know, is your favorite

[drdt-polls]

"Aside from Veronika, who would like creepypastas the most?"

[jayjayr]

who is your favorite Danganronpa Despair Time character? aside from ((assumably?? lmao)) J Rosales, since you say you're her biggest fan in your bio !

Charles!

[esotericas-sims]

From the journals of Florence Spectre,

Day 3.

We set out for the ruins first thing this morning. Quite the hike, mostly through jungle. Not easy on the feet - note, purchase flat shoes. Rosales spotted something in the dirt - said the rain had turned it up.

It turned out to just be pottery shards, nothing big enough to be worthwhile. Sanchez told him to keep them. While the other men were investigating the shards, Sanchez pulled me aside to speak. Rough transcript below.

Rodrigo Sanchez: I need you to understand something, Señorita Spectre. Our work here is not just about digging up the past. The things we publish will shape the future. Do you understand? Florence Spectre: Not quite, no. RS: Señor Keene, the American... He represents the museum that's funding the dig, yes? But that means we must do what the museum thinks is best. Many of the men do not want to do what the museum wishes. They ask us to change things, to make different observations. To call these people primitives.

FS: That can't be? Why would they do that? RS: They are Americans! They must be the best. What are they, if they are not?

Playing with  SeveralPerson’s Ultimate Decades Challenge Rules

Started: 1800s

Current decade: 1910s

Family tree

Spreadsheet

CC Finds

[blackthornv]

TWP: my arthurian headcanon pt.2

Warnings: 1) YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO ARGUE. DRUSILLA BLACKTHORN IS SOVEREIGN. I AM RIGHT AND IF YOU DISAGREE YOU ARE WRONG. 2) Ash Morgenstern will try to kill you if you show any disrespect towards Drusilla Blackthorn.

Drusilla Blackthorn, sixth of the Seven Blackthorn Siblings: she is the Lady of the Lake. There are numerous versions of the Lady of the Lake; she is described as both benevolent and cruel, friendly and hateful, helpful and selfish, but always, always pivotal to the story. When the knights are lost she is the one who guides them to the right path, both directly and indirectly. She is the one who gifts Excalibur to Arthur (you have to know where i'm going with this Arthur thing.) AND the one who emerges from the lake to reclaim Excalibur once the King dies.

*Julian's voice in the back* you are the heart of this family, baby girl.

She is the moment, alright? She was 13 and:

- housed a fugitive (head empty, just crimes);

- held her shit together to show stability to her younger brother while her older siblings where out and about (i know they where occupied with important shit ok? but leaving her with that responsibility was still a bit unfair);

- instigated the idea of performing necromancy in case of losing one of her siblings in LM;

- invaded the Gard alone during a rebellion to save the consul + gather witnesses to the crimes of the cohort (boo! they should have died!);

- fooled a warlock while being bait to (again) gather evidence of crimes;

+ now, at 15/16 is occupied terrorizing the new academy with her two principal strategies: 1) crimes - poisoned the entire academy with love spells - and 2) psychological warfare - frightened her colleagues during halloween by taking them to the middle of the woods and telling horror stories.

Funny bits aside, she has been helping the protagonists consistently since the moment she appeared (her first appearance was in CoHF, this mention will be relevant in my interlude, pay attention). She advised Kieran when he was lost, noticed Ty's turmoil when no one else did, saved Jia and the Rosales brothers, tried to lead Kit in the direction of his true love, lead Emma to Mark when he was still disconnected to the family, helped Cristina and Jaime to reconnect, was the first to try to get Julian and Emma's attention when they succumbed to the curse, when Jaime goes to Faery on a dangerous secret mission she is the one who will try to save him. She is right there, and she matters.

But she's also resentful at how easily her brothers seem to forget about her, the lonely girl fading in the background. Rarely standing on her own, perceived mostly as a faceless Blackthorn orphan, sometimes as a nameless attractive body - just another ornament in the background.

And there she is, through the good and the bad, a beacon of hope and of tragedy. Willing to do good when asked, likely to raise caos when left forgotten. Always vigilant, waiting for a target to finally strike.

What she does not know, could never imagine, is that Ash is also right there, tossed aside and forgotten. Always vigilant, but his dagger already left his hand - and landed on hers.

[the-type-a]

Duncney Week 2023

(9•15) Day 6: Protective

AO3 | FanFic | TikTok | Twt

Testing the Limit

(Read under break)

Courtney periodically looked past the pages she read to the man standing by the window. His arms were crossed as he scanned the room before settling on her. He gave her a flirtatious smirk, which she returned with a vulgar gesture. She missed her old bodyguard but couldn’t say anything because her Papá was the one who hired everyone. Her old bodyguard minded his damn business and did his job correctly. This new guy? All he was good for was giving her a major migraine on a daily basis.

Her muscles ached from the pure irritation this man gave her. Courtney rolled her shoulders back and took a deep breath. She focused on her book while waiting for the family room to be unoccupied. In reality, Courtney should have been in her room, far away from whatever was happening behind the closed doors, but she refused to feel afraid in her own house.

Courtney Rosales was the daughter of a wealthy man, Mateo Rosales, whose business ran deep underground, earning him several enemies. Her new bodyguard, Duncan Robustelli, was apparently the only vile man smart enough to complete her Papá’s extensive boot camp. Ever since Duncan set foot in her home, he had taunted her and called her a ridiculous pet name. On top of that, he had simply refused to wear the uniform her Papá had given him.

He’s quick on his feet and knows how to hold his own. The words her Papá said to her echoed in her mind. Courtney had tested that statement on her own. She had sent alarming messages to Duncan, hoping he would barge into the room to prove why he was given the position– but he never did. In fact, Duncan would walk in casually and raise his eyebrow at her. As if he knew she was testing him and refused to give in to her stupid games. She prayed to God she was never in real danger if that was how he would react.

“You’re a shit bodyguard.” She mumbled.

Duncan laughed as he stepped toward her, the natural light that gave her the perfect reading setup being drowned out by his shadow. “And you’re a shit client.”

Her book snapped shut as she looked over her shoulder, her nose scrunching up at him. He smelled like mint and firewood, but she would never tell him so. “You could always save us both some misery and quit.”

“And by quitting, that would mean what exactly?” Duncan teased as he leaned down to her level. His breath tickled the back of her neck. “Oh right, it would give you satisfaction that I walked away. I think I’ll pass.”

“I wish I could fire you.”

“You’d miss me too much, Princess.”

Heavy thuds shook the ground before them as Courtney turned fully around to remind him what her name was. Duncan moved so fast Courtney barely noticed the doors swinging open with random people running out holding onto fresh wounds. Before she could even scream, Duncan had her securely behind him as he whipped out a gun to finish off whatever was left of these men. Courtney screwed her eyes shut and held her hands over her ears, waiting for the awful popping sound the gun would release, but nothing came. She took a peek and instantly regretted it. Bodies were sprawled across the floor, pooling in their own dark blood as her Papá casually walked and inspected one of the men on the ground.

She realized why Duncan’s gun had not sounded off as she watched him tuck it back into his waistband—a silencer. Everything had happened within a matter of seconds. Courtney didn’t know how to handle the heat racing up her neck at the thought of almost being a target to these men. This is why you stay away, her mind screamed at her.

Duncan’s body concealed her perfectly as more guards rushed into the foyer and into the room. They ordered Duncan to keep watch as they cleaned up the mess and then shut the door. Courtney’s Papá nodded at Duncan before turning towards his room to clean himself up. Only then did Duncan move aside. His hands were immediately on her; Courtney would have slapped him if she hadn’t realized Duncan’s hands weren’t feeling her up but making sure she was intact.

His palms were cold against her skin as he inspected her arms, neck, and face, but Courtney swore her skin turned darker with every touch.

“Wh– you saved me?”

“It’s my job.”

“You could have died!”

Duncan finally let his hands fall to his side. He took a deep breath to get his thoughts right. He had been in this position plenty of times but with Courtney? Something in him knew he would have massacred the entire house if anything happened to her.

“You could have died.”

Something sparked within those icy eyes that froze Courtney’s mind. Maybe he wasn’t such a terrible guy after all.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

My friend @kay-limbo mentioned Scooby Doo Zombie Island, and my brain went into AU mode so...

Zombie Island AU (Dark SBI edition 😘)

Twins Technoblade and Wilbur are new to the Ghost Hunter scene. They've done a few youtube videos of local ghost stories, and they gained some traction. But a few hundred views are honestly not that impressive.

They pool their resources and decide to drive a state over to investigate a ghost story that Technoblade had found online. When they get there, they investigate and find out that the whole story was actually a cover. The Local Mayor encouraged the story to hide the fact that he was trying to bulldoze an important nature reserve for profit. Technoblade and Wilbur take their evidence to the police, who do nothing.

So they post a video about it.

It goes VIRAL.

They blended the ghost story aspect seemlessly with the outrage of the Mayor's actions. It was funny, it was infuriating, it was a HIT.

Suddenly, Technoblade and Wilbur's older videos are getting views as well. They are super excited that their hardwork is paying off.

And then they get an invite to a HUGE Ghost Hunting convention on a place called Rosales Isle.

Through Techno's research, he finds legends referring to it's history of people disappearing.

Techno and Wilbur agree immediately, packing all their gear and gleefully heading to the isle.

The island is small enough that there isn't a direct flight. They take a small ferryboat out to the isle, but they aren't the only ghost hunters there. And the other ghost hunters are sort of...well, they're assholes. The other ghost hunters interview the ferryman and his crew, and they are being SUPER DISRESPECTFUL. Wilbur was trying to create connections with the others (because the other ghost hunters are much more well known), but stops when the talk turns to video editing and one of the guys talks about how he is going to play up the ferryman's accent for laughs.

Wilbur and Techno pull the Ferryman and crew aside and give them all snacks, telling goofy stories and stories of ghost hunting. Wilbur has a great time telling how Technoblade fell off a bridge into a disgusting river trying to get a wide shot. Techno retaliates with the time that Wilbur left the camera lens cap on for an entire night of filming and thought a ghost had blacked out his footage. The crew is riotously happy. And they get footage of some of the funniest and most jovial ghost stories from these guys. It's more of a party than an interview.

The crew presses amulets in their hands, for protection from the spirits of the islands. Wilbur and Techno marvel over them, asking all kinds of questions about how they were made, the history of a design, was it supposed to look like a heart or was that just a coincidence? Techno and Wilbur put them on gratefully. When they disembark on the Island, they wave happily at the crew of the Crow's Chatter as they sail away.

The historic mansion on the island is beautiful, but it is a LONG walk from the docks. Impossible to get lost, because its the only road. But it is HUMID and HOT and all UPHILL. By the time they all get to the mansion, they are exhausted. Well, most are. Technoblade is completely fine, taking pictures of some of the really cool plants "like a nerd", as Wilbur says. But Technoblade hasn't seen plants like these before.

They are met at the mansion by a smiling blonde man and his teenage son. They introduce themselves as Phil and Tommy, members of a family that had owned the home for generations. They lead everyone inside, Phil placating the irritable ghost hunters. Most are near furious that the house doesn't have air conditioning, but Phil smiles apologetically.

He explains that the convention wouldn't be held for a week, much to the anger of almost everyone. But he calmly reassures everyone that he will take care of everything. Food, boarding, and each of them will have exclusive free reign of the island to make their discoveries first before the rest of the convention arrives.

THAT calms them down. Phil starts to explain which areas they should be respectful of, as the people of the island have a rich spiritual history. But Wilbur can see the other ghost hunters collectively decide to ignore that.

A few of the ghost hunters start to immediately pester Phil for an interview, but he smiles politely and explains he is busy and it will have to be later.

Loud and obnoxious, the other ghost hunters start calling dibs on which parts of the island they are going to film first. Wilbur and Technoblade don't bother, as it seems that the other ghost hunters didn’t notice that there was ANOTHER member of the Watson family still in the room.

Or maybe the scowling deterred them, who knows? Wilbur immediately approaches Tommy and politely asks for the interview. Tommy is in the middle of telling them to fuck off before he realizes they are the guys who exposed the asshole mayor. After that he's much more curious.

They chat for a while before ever even pulling out a camera, until Tommy finally agrees after they talk about the Crow's Chatter. He seems to smile gleefully when he sees the amulets.

He gives them a great interview. The kid is hilarious and plays off Techno and Wilbur's humor well. The kid tells them all about the history of different groups invading the island, and mysteriously going missing. Technoblade makes a couple of comments about the benefits of anarchy when Tommy talks about how a few government officials had tried to pass through legislation to force them to allow a theme park to be built. Wilbur comments about eating the rich, which has Tommy laughing so hard tears are pouring from his eyes.

Phil shows up after hearing the sound of Tommy laughing himself sick and joins into the conversation. He starts telling Techno and Wilbur about the history of the island. About how the people historically worshipped the goddess of death and how she protected the isle from invasion. Technoblade asks so many questions about the religion, but backs off when Phil explains a lot of it is kept secret. Technoblade is disappointed, but tells Phil he understood. Wilbur double checks that it is okay to post the info they filmed, and Phil smiles kindly and says its fine. It's a much nicer smile than the politic one he had given the other ghost hunters.

Tommy offers to give a personal tour, since they are cooler than the other ghost hunters, and Techno and Wilbur agree. Tommy gives them a great tour. It's a ton of fun.

Until they come across another group of ghost hunters breaking a grave marker in order to make it more #aesthetic.

Tommy, understandable, flips his LID. Technoblade grabs the teen before he can go for the eyes, but Neo Trio are all three involved in a shouting match with this group of Ghost Hunters until Phil comes out to see what the fuss is about.

He sees the broken grave marker. He see's Neo Trio. He sees the smug ghost hunters. He suggests that everyone just calms down and comes inside for dinner. Its an awkward affair as all the groups come together, but Techno and Wilbur make sure to compliment to food, even as the other ghost hunters are complaining or taking unflattering footage of the food.

When it gets dark, all of the ghost hunters split up. Tommy refuses the offer to join Techno and Wilbur, but gives them some tips of where to get footage.

The ghost hunters who broke the grave marker never show up for breakfast.

It starts the mystery. Techno and Wilbur are trying to figure out what is happening. More and more asshole ghost hunters are disappearing. Strange things are happening that they can't explain.

By the time Wilbur and Technoblade figure out that Phil and Tommy are immortals, taking the life force of the people trapped there, it is too late.

Because Phil and Tommy already decided that the Twins were going to stay with them.

Forever.

Whether they wanted to or not.

AAAAA this is SO excellent!!!

Whenever I get these asks from you the only thing I can think (well, the only thing I can think *besides* thinking I'm very blessed to have such a cool person come into my inbox with their fantastic ideas) is that I want a full fic of this.

BUT THEN AGAIN your description here is already so detailed it reads almost like a fic itself. (Still wouldn't say no to more though)

[winxbutbetterimo-ovo]

Flora long ver 1

(some stuff is from the fan wiki i just tweaked)

Name: Flora Anabille Rosales

Looks: muscular legs and arms because she likes to not use magic to grow her favourite plants often. tan-skinned, with long 3a brunette with dirty blond highlights that has bangs framing on either side of her face where the blonde streaks are most apparent, with a single small hair strand sticking up and narrow green-jade eyes.

Relationships: Her soulmate is Helia and she is the closest with Aisha and Techna (they love studying together and info-dumping about their interests). Chatta is her bonded pixie.

She shines in her normal, charmix, Enchantix and Sophix forms the most.

Personality: Nerd, kind, a little anxious. She can feel the life force of plants AND summon animals??? healer , potionology goat. mom friend. Flora is very calm, soft-spoken, caring, sweet, shy and genuine girl who loves plants and vegetation of all kinds. Being interested in experimenting with her plants, Flora became the potion master of the group who specialises in brewing and creating remedies and medicines from the uses of her magical plants. Due to that, she has a full scholarship to Alphea. Her gentle and caring personality, Flora is strongly connected to nature and loves helping people. She is shown to have a sensitive personality to the point where she would instinctively care for her friends as well as her plants when they are in distress.

Flora is the most mature member of the Winx as she possesses a deep sense of love, peace, happiness and tranquillity. However, it is shown that Flora has an insecure side to her personality, sometimes causing her to hide most of her feelings to the point where she would have problems expressing them. Flora is one of the most diligent students at Alfea and is cautious of her actions. Although she has a kind-hearted side, She is very responsible and a mediator. She doesn't hold grudges coz it's a waste of energy and time, so when she is mad at you (or her enemies), she is reALLY mad and shows a more aggressive side of herself.

As an older sister, she is shown to be quite overprotective, often forgets that people are mature and can protect themselves. Miele often has to deal with this side of Flora. In which case, Flora has demonstrated some level of ignorance as this attitude tends to hurt Miele's feelings.

History: She was born in Linphea to Alyssa and Rollos. she had 5 years to herself before Miele was born. She loved Miele the moment she laid eyes on her and took it on herself to be her protector from then on. which results in her overprotectiveness. other than that as nice as her parents were, they were a little passive in their parenting style, which led flora to learn their temperment, but actively take others under her wing.

Powers: Her magic is green in colour. As the Fairy of Nature, she has nature-based powers. Flora can generate, grow, and control various vegetation, but she mainly uses vines for defensive moves such as creating barriers, entangling opponents, and supporting heavy objects. Aside from her vines, she is often seen controlling flowers to use as diverse attacks using pollen and dust to provide distractions, producing swirls of petals/leaves, conjuring food (namely fruits/vegetables), altering the growth plants such as growing a tomato crop from an already existing tomato, and even summoning animals.

her strength relies on her surrounding environment and requires her to be at one with nature. Flora is able to hear the voice of nature speaking to her, more so than in anyone. Rather, she is able to use her magic to listen to the voice of the forest. This skill can be a disadvantage at times, as the destruction of nearby nature will cause excruciating pain to her and weaken her own self and her ability to focus her magic properly, even her flight.

Flora in terms of elemental power represents earth which she displays by setting off earthquakes and smashing a boulder with her mind. Her source of power is life itself. She also has a connection with the air being capable of using plants to absorb smoke and produce oxygen, and producing fragrances that can be used to repel an enemy or calm them down. Flora has developed the ability to physically heal other beings mostly after they have experienced a recent trauma, when spells dont work she also mixes potions to heal people. Flora will also develop the ability to alter the seasons.

[can-of-pringles]

How do your OCs feel about nail polish? Do they have preferred colors or designs to wear? Do they go to a nail salon, do it themselves, or ask their loved ones to help them?

Thanks!

Arline Lanes: Loves nail polish. As a kid, she preferred bright and bold colors, but as she grew up her favorites switched to more pastels and shiny neutral colors like gold and silver. When she was younger she'd struggle more to paint her nails, so she'd ask Viktor to do it (Viktor's not an expert by any means but he has steadier hands) also I could see her trying to bond with Caitlyn and maybe Sky over painting nails (which they most of the time politely obliged when she was a kid)

Willow Tree: Tends not to wear nail polish because of having to do lots of stable work and stuff, they'd just chip and fade easily. But doesn't mind painting her nails black, blue, or silver on rare occasions.

Silas Petersson: Wasn't all that into nail polish as a kid (didn't like the sensory stuff like the smell of the remover or having to wait with wet nails while they dry) but putting that aside, I think he likes nail polish as a concept. As for colors, he'd like dark earthy greens and maybe like a chocolate brown color? Also, I think he'd wear black nail polish to a ritual to show Copia how much he cares.

Arith: Bro absolutely loves his nails painted but we already knew this. Usually paints them black but also likes different shades of blue. Also silver, and maybe a clear gloss to make his nails shiny. Prefers to paint them himself because he doesn't like nail salons... though he probably would ask Iriel to paint them sometimes.

Iriel: She likes nail polish but I think sometimes is too busy to remember it exists. When she does wear some, her usual favorites are gold, yellow, blue, white, a bunch of colors, also maybe like a mauve color... Arith would offer to paint her nails for her 🤭

Kaia: Similar to Iriel, it's not really something she would wear on a regular basis, but she likes it sometimes. Blues, purples, silvers, black are her favorite colors.

Odel: Loves nail polish, and thinks it's one of the greatest human inventions. She likes to wear all kinds of pink colors, and I think she'd do little designs sometimes. Also anything with glitter. Kaia would do her nails if she asked.

Eliška Hasek: She didn't use to be into nail polish, but found it was a good way for her to slowly get comfortable with her own hands and fingers again after what happened to her. She'd wear red, orange, yellow, gold, and blue.

Marigold Rosales: Doesn't usually wear it on a regular basis but likes it for special occasions. Would wear colors that match her outfits. Also, Peter would totally ask her to paint his nails too.

Rosie Rosales-Maximoff: Was definitely a nail polish girl growing up. Would ask Mari or Peter to paint her nails. She likes pinks and purples and all sorts of fun colors. Her love of nail polish definitely followed her into adulthood, though the intensity has been lowered some.

Allison Dahir: Also likes nail polish and wears it often. She usually does it herself but I don't think she'd turn down the offer to go to a salon. Likes blues mostly but also likes to match her outfits.

Lee Quinn: Not that big into nail polish but would wear it sometimes if she wanted to feel extra fancy. She'd try a bunch of different colors. Would tease Dream by asking where his black nail polish is.

[raigash]

Reunion

[Inky Depths Masterlist]

[I have yet to decide whether this is an entry into canon yet, but enjoy this with the understanding that it very well may be :) This takes place many years after Rosalind is freed, and is a sneak peak to some large story changes that have been made behind the scenes. Warnings for possession/mind control style whump, as well as general angst. This one hurts]

She had thought it a dream, at first. A specter from the depths of her mind, come bursting forth to haunt her once more. It wouldn’t be the first time her father’s ghost had come crawling from the inky depths to lurk in her peripherals. And to say that her sleep as of late had been fruitful would be hyperbolic at best.

This time, however, when Rosalind turns over her shoulder, the apparition doesn’t simply disappear. The gentle breeze rustles the greenery he’s lingering behind, obscuring large swaths of him at a time, but he’s still there. She recognizes the macaw feather earring, and the scarred shoulders, and the feel of her father’s presence. The only thing she doesn’t recognize is the way he continues to remain hidden. Robert Gardner was never one for concealing himself.

If only it hadn’t been so very long since she’d seen him last. Perhaps she would have recognized the twisted darkness entwined with her father’s energy signature.

“Dad?”

It’s spoken in a crushed whisper as the lump in her throat grows ever larger. That’s…that’s him. Something deep inside of her, a fracture that has never truly healed, shifts painfully at the sight of that familiar ponytail. She can feel him, can feel his presence bumping against the edge of her perception as he lingers in the treeline.

It’s as though he doesn’t hear her, rooted to the spot and motionless as he is. It’s all so bizzare, and her heart is thumping in her chest, but she takes a few unsteady steps towards him. Nothing greets the first, second, or third step. The stillness is almost uncanny, especially from a man so prone to motion. But with the forth step, it’s as if she crosses some kind of invisible boundary, and his head jerks up to stare directly at her. Pushing aside the branches obscuring him from view, Robbie finally steps forward into the light.

Rosalind is only able to process the shadowy gleam of his once-brown eyes before he has crossed the distance between them, and is slamming her into the rough bark of a nearby tree. It knocks the wind from her, and she wheezes in surprise at the vicious reception. She tries to grab at his fists, but the grip he has on her shirt is far stronger than her hands are able to counter. Panic courses through her like a live wire as the need to survive kicks in. It’s a dizzying sensation, when mixed with the equally intense torrent of emotions.

“Get off me!”She shouts in desperate frustration, her voice echoing out through the trees around her like a gunshot. The force of her fear does, indeed, shove Robbie back a few inches- just enough time for her to take off running as renewed fire flares in her father’s eyes. She sprints as absolutely fast as she can, and faster still as the crunch of leaves herald his approach. Her legs ache as she dodges stones and roots- her chest, even moreso- and yet still, she runs.

It occurs to her, in some morbidly hysterical manner, that for all the years she’s dreaded the possibility of her father having run away from her, she has never considered the inverse a possibility.

Unhindered by the natural instinct not to hurt himself in the process, however, and with far more experience in the hunt, Robbie is far faster. With her head start, it takes him about fifteen seconds to catch up with his target. He tackles her to the ground the second he is within reach- one hand darting out to grab her by the shoulder while the other makes a bid for her neck.

A cry of despair billows out into the air, shaking the trees and scaring birds into taking to the sky as father and daughter crash to the ground in a desperate grapple. Rosalind’s hands are weak, but she fights hard, kicking and shoving and doing her damndest to get free. She has waited so long for this reunion, but her fear is stronger than hope, these days. She’s had the lessons of survival carved deep into her person. It’s not as harsh or as unbelievable a surprise as it once might have been, to have the people she was supposed to trust betray her.

Experienced as he is, though, Robbie is destined to come out on top. And as he frees his left hand from her panicked grip, it darts up to join his left in closing firmly around her throat. Violet eyes frantically lock with his own as he bears down, steadily stealing the air from her lungs. She tries to writhe and jerk from his grasp, but it is no use. She is trapped, staring up at the face of the man who welcomed her into this world, and who now seems intent on removing her from it. It is her father’s face, but different. Twisted with an anger she has never seen, eyes tinted with a shadowed hue. He is terrifying, like this.

And yet, still, he is her father.

In those shadowed eyes, she sees reflections of the life she has been trying to find her way back to for almost a decade now. Laughter and joy, safety, love. She sees it all, like a window through time, and it bolsters her courage. Her father is here, but something is wrong. It’s him, but it isn’t. But he’s here, not gone for good as she’d feared.

She could have him back again.

“Daddy…please,” she pleads, instinctively mouthing the words despite the lack of necessary features to physically speak. And at such a close distance, perhaps that is what does it; there certainly is a bolt of shock that flashes across his face when the grizzled wound becomes visible. But it’s more than that. Something in the words, in the heartsick magic they’re soaked in, seems to cascade down his spine like a shiver. His hands loosen around her throat as something like confusion dawns in his face. The darkness ringing his eyes ebbs, just the slightest bit, as his brain whirs to process the information it’s been given.

She doesn’t waste the time to see if it will work. She fears she may not survive this, if she does. Instead she shoves him, hard, knocking him off balance and sending him to the ground. Scrambling to her feet as he grunts in surprise, she spares him only one more glance before she takes off running. Confusion, still. No recognition. She wants to scream. But instead, she runs from the one person she always ran to, aching muscles carrying her further and further from his side with each stride.

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[leatherfangs]

@tempesttragedy ;

A hush fell over the ballroom as the next guest was announced. Lady Rosall had come down from her castle in the mountains, dispelling the rumors yet again that she was not yet dead in her grave. Lydia wore full mourning, as always, a rich black velvet coat to match the half-mask on her face. She had been invited to the masque out of propriety more than anything, and it came at a surprise when she actually showed up that night.

She moved through the crowd like a silent wraith, intimidating and unavoidable, partygoers moving to the side to make way, and whispers followed in her wake. "Don't stop on my account," she said, her deep voice echoing off the marble. Lydia took a glass of wine off an offered tray, and raised it. 

"A toast to our most gracious hosts, for remembering my good self up in my lonely hall." She sipped almost delicately, a shocking contrast to her overpowering, mannish figure, and stepped aside. For nearly an hour, she kept politely to the sidelines, enjoying the heady scent of life and wine, but made her way towards the only other woman here who seemed as out of place as herself. "Good lady," she crooned, with a bow. "Have you no-one here to entertain you tonight?"

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Surprise, Motherfucker!

by alastair_has_stairs

The cat lets out a startled chirrup, head snapping up as it rolls onto its stomach, when Wilbur accidently brushes an ear.

His instincts crash into him full-force, and Wilbur shifts, dropping on top of the kitten and winding his limbs as tightly around the younger as he can before he has a chance to even think about stopping himself.

The kitten lets out a startled, half afraid chirr, before slowly settling.

Wilbur hears a questioning mrrrp?, but ignores the trill, a purr starting in his chest. He closes his eyes, resting his chin on the kitten's head, between its ears. The action earns a disgruntled mrow, but Wilbur pays it no mind, pushing his head down further. The younger's ears flatten slightly to the sides because its head is so small, being a kitten and all, which Wilbur finds adorable.

Another mrrrp comes from the younger ragdoll, more irritated this time, and the ears on either side of his jaw flicker.

Or; More cat crimeboys because I'm a sucker for it.

Words: 1137, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 33 of Dadbur brainrot, Part 7 of Cat shifter crimeboys

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Mentioned Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Kristin Rosales Watson, Cat Shifter TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cat Shifter Wilbur Soot, Protective Wilbur Soot, Possessive Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit is Just a Little Guy (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Loved (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Loves TommyInnit, TommyInnit Loves Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit is a Menace (Video Blogging RPF), he tries at least, Feral TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), I love that tag, No Dialogue, Aside from two lines, Wilbur Soot is TommyInnit's Parent, Wilbur Soot Acting as TommyInnit's Parental Figure, Wilbur Soot Eats Sand, It's not stated but he does, I'm so glad that's a tag, Platonic Cuddling, TommyInnit is So Done (Video Blogging RPF)

[plaindangan]

How are the Despair Time girls` clothes tailored to fit their assets?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Teruko - Teruko doesn't bother with tailoring. She knows damn well her luck makes even doing that pointless in the long run and simply is more concerned with finding just clothes in general. Even if they're way too small or too big, and make her a walking wardrobe malfunction.

Eden - As one can expect, Eden is pretty bottom heavy so much of her time is spent repairing and working to repair her shorts and panties to properly fit her...lest people get a good look at the girly underwear she's got underneath~

Rose - She's pretty lazy so doesn't tend to do it often, but when she does bother it's always to ensure she has shirts to fit over her massive boobs well and same goes for her pants too.

Min - She, alongside Hu, handles the tailoring for the girls, and as one can expect, her time is usually spent ensure her skirt is always the exact, right, length to handle her meaty thighs...

Arei - Which brings us to Arei, who is the opposite of Min in that she doesn't bother with tailoring and goes out of her way to get the shortest skirts as possible. Because who can resist a bully with killer thighs, right?~

Hu - Aside from Min, is usually the one to go to for tailoring, though, ironically, enough, she herself isn't that best at her own personal clothes upkeep. Usually her issues lies with getting her dresses, especially in the cleavage department, to properly fit her and not rip or pop out everytime she wants to go out.

J - Those Rosales big booty genes were not made for commoner shorts and J has been constantly in the state of suffering for it ever since she opted to go down her own path. Her usual shorts just keep ripping at the worst moments and she's then forced to try to hide her rather expensive looking, fancy, panties before recognize the brand and link her to her mother. Thankfully, she has Hu and Min now.

Veronika - Also apart of the 'I don't give a crap about proper tailoring' club, though it's less due to unluckiness or laziness but more so Veronika just gets a real thrill rush of her tits ripped open her dress as the worst moment. Makes her feel alive~

[dribolopdapipol]

Magnolia closer to finals return, overcomes Rain or Shine in Game 5

Mark Barroca in action. PBA IMAGES MANILA, Philippines–Following back-to-back losses in the PBA Philippine Cup, coach Chito Victolero has yearned for nothing more than rest for Magnolia. He got that during the Lenten break and the Hotshots were never the same again. Victolero and his wards typified that and more in Magnolia’s gritty 82-74 victory over Rain or Shine on Tuesday night at Cuneta Astrodome in Pasay, stringing up three straight wins and breaking their tie in their race-to-four series in one fell swoop. “We just tried to be consistent. We tried to focus more on defense and limit their score under 90. Defensively I’m proud of what we’ve done,” Victolero told reporters. “That’s where we draw our strength—energy,” he added. “Fresh legs are very important to my system. I badly wanted to have my players rest since we’e been tired physically and mentally.” Mark Barroca and Jio Jalalon made up for Paul Lee’s unproductive night, scoring 14 each, while Rafi Reavis and Ian Sangalang tossed in nine and eight points, respectively, to help the Hotshots inch closer to a second-straight all-Filipino Finals appearance. The Elasto Painters leaned on its skipper and their quiet contributor in this series Gabe Norwood to keep their foes within striking range. But they had no answers for Magnolia, which aside from clamping them down to just 30% from the field, also managed to draw 54 points from its reinforcements. “We’re number one in points allowed in defense [in the past]. As long as our defense is in good shape, we do well,” Victolero said. Magnolia will try to close out the second-best team of the elimination round when they meet again on Friday at Ynares Center, where they enjoy an undefeated streak of sorts. “That’s great news,” Victolero said of playing in Antipolo. “We just need to find ways again when we play them again.” The scores: MAGNOLIA 82 – Barroca 14, Jalalon 14, Reavis 9, Brondial 9, Sangalang 8, Herndon 8, Dela Rosa 7, Ramos 7, Melton 6, Lee 0. RAIN OR SHINE 74 – Norwood 15, Yap 12, Borboran 11, Daquioag 9, Torres 8, Nambatac 6, Belga 5, Rosales 3, Mocon 3, Ahanmisi 2, Ponferada 0. Quarters: 16-10, 40-34, 58-57, 82-74. Written by: Denison Rey A. Dalupang https://bit.ly/3RfWaTe

[hastingsdecadas]

After having had countless conversations about their eldest daughter, one day the couple encouraged Samantha to accompany her younger siblings with the excuse of keeping an eye on them. The young people used to meet on weekend afternoons in the common room of the town's central park. It was Marigold's favorite moment, as she enjoyed the company of the girls and the attentive looks of the boys. On the other hand, Grayson was rather forced to put aside his studies to participate in these types of pastime.

As soon as she entered, Samantha noticed the presence of young David, who had left the town years ago, when his beloved mother died and he moved to his hometown to run his late father's company. Without expecting it, Samantha's heart skipped a beat and began to beat non-stop, her cheeks blushed and her lips opened, revealing a shy smile. At first they both seemed nervous and expectant. So many things had changed since the last time they had seen each other, and even more since that walk under the starlight they shared on the night of the dance.

Over the course of the next few months, the young couple spent all the time David was in town together. They spent the mornings in the piano room of the Mayor's Office like when they were children and met for the first time, and in the afternoons they laughed and talked until the sun went down. Their time together passed too quickly.

One night, when it was time to say goodbye, Samantha realized that something had changed. The first few times they had said goodbye when David returned to the city, Samantha remembered him when she played the piano. Then she began to miss him when the flowers bloomed in spring, especially every time her family visited the Washingtons and saw the rose bushes at the entrance. The rose was his favorite flower. This time, it was not necessary to have David far away or for anything specific to happen to realize that she was completely in love with that man with light eyes that she was going to spend months without seeing.

[Texto original en Español]

Tras haber mantenido innumerables conversaciones sobre su hija mayor, un día el matrimonio animó a Samantha a que acompañara a sus hermanos menores con la escusa de vigilarlos. Los jóvenes solían reunirse los fines de semana por las tardes en la sala común del parque central del pueblo. Era el momento favorito de Marigold, que disfrutaba de la compañía de las chicas y de las miradas atentas de los chicos. Por otro lado, Grayson se veía más bien obligado a dejar de lado sus estudios para participar en este tipo de pasatiempos. 

Nada más entrar, Samantha se dió cuenta de la presencia del joven David. Este había abandonado el pueblo hacía años, cuando su querida madre falleció y él tuvo que mudarse a su ciudad natal para dirigir la empresa de su difunto padre. Sin esperarlo, el corazón de Samantha dió un vuelco y comenzó a latir sin parar, sus mejillas se sonrojaron y sus labios se abrieron dejando entrever una tímida sonrisa. Al principio ambos se mostraron nerviosos y espectantes. Habían cambiado tantas cosas desde la última vez que se habían visto, y más aún desde aquel paseo bajo la luz de las estrellas que compartieron la noche del baile. 

En el transcurso de los meses posteriores, los jóvenes pasaban juntos todo el tiempo que David estaba en la ciudad. Pasaban las mañanas en la sala del piano de la Alcaldía como cuando eran unos niños y se conocieron por primera vez, y por las tardes reían y charlaban hasta que el sol se escondía. El tiempo que pasaban juntos transcurría demasiado deprisa. 

Una noche, al llegar el momento de la despedida, Samantha se dió cuenta de que algo había cambiado. Las primeras veces que les había tocado decirse adiós cuando David volvía a la ciudad, Samantha se acordaba de él cuando tocaba el piano. Después empezó a echarlo de menos cuando brotaron las flores en primavera, especialmente cada vez que su familia visitaba a los Washington y se encontraba con los rosales de la entrada. La rosa era su flor favorita. Esta vez, no hizo falta tener a David lejos ni que pasara nada concreto para darse cuenta de que estaba completamente enamorada de aquel hombre de ojos claros que iba a pasar meses sin ver.